I’m not a great drinker (but like to drink). In a restaurant trash can, all over my parquet bedroom floor, a porta-potty, a pint glass, you name it.

The sit-and-reach was sheer horror for an inflexible kid like me.

D + fence /= defense

Are you a fake Wayne Coyne alias?

You still made a Super Bowl in ‘85. The Lions have never even been.

Nine Super Bowls, Seven with Belichick.

Reminds me of Goldfinger. Surely there’s a small hands joke in there.

Took some mushies at Bonnaroo and when I was coming up projectile vomited for about 5 minutes in a port-a-john while My Morning Jack played “Outta My System.” Very apropos and spewing while tripping isn’t a great experience.